struggle

there is no war

it is a struggle of ourselves

onto ourselves

to stretch and push out and break through the layers around us

between us

the protective layers we have built for so long

and that are quickly

turning obsolete

let there be no war

within

so there may be no victor

and no vanquished

just us

Self times

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Hmm. Self-times. 

Hmm. A self-time to me is. 

A time we preserve for the self. 

The world of needs and the world of the physical. 

And pull us. 

To survive. 

Pull us. To find. 

Sustenance. Direction. Purpose. Meaning. 

This is a world where. Our habits. Pull onto us. From many directions. 

Towards work. Towards. 

The bus that we can barely just catch at the bus stop. 

Hmm. Towards that girl. 

That somehow. Sweetens my eyes. And I. Chase home. I chase along. As if she were butterfly. 

Hmm. 

The avoidance.

Of what we fear. 

Hmm the repulsion the physical danger. 

All these ropes. 

Hmm. 

The meeting of schedules. 

Communication with others. 

Synchronization in society. 

Social fences. Around our behaviors. 

These ropes all pull pull pull one way or the other or the other or the other or the other.

Hmm. 

It. Sometimes get to the point. Where we are lost without these ropes. 

And where for a moment. Feeling how. All the ropes have loosened. In this particular wave. 

There is no tension. There is no direction. 

And we feel lost. 

When in fact what we

Feel. Is freedom of choice. 

Hmm. 

As with anything we don't know. It takes time to learn to use. 

To understand that. 

Hmm. 

When ropes are taut. They pull us crisply. And our direction is set. 

Hmm. When multiple ropes are taut. 

We may be in conflict. 

Between one direction and another. 

Hmm. 

Self-time. 

Self-time is a time that we gift to ourself. 

When we know. And we take care. That our ropes are loosened. Are softened. 

Are soothed. 

With our unending trust. 

Hmm. 

When we. Create. This space. This time. 

This bucket of existence. 

And we know. That our ropes are loosened. 

Hmm. 

Then the self. 

Can. Take time to feel. 

Can take time to move. From its core. 

Not from the outside. Habits patterns reactions. We have gathered in our lives. In this person. 

But from the essence. 

Where the oven of creation. 

Is. 

It waits. 

For us to notice it's there. 

Hmm. 

In these times self-times. 

Hmm. Our self has space to dance. 

To choose. To be. 

Truly. 

Hmm. 

Continuously. Unabruptly. 

Self-guided. 

Hmm. Like a delicate sapling. 

Hmm. 

It starts small. 

Soft. Pliable. 

Hmmm. When we give it. Space to dance. Space to play. Space to grow. 

Hmm. 

So grows. The self. 

Hmm. So grows. Its true direction. 

Hmmm. 

And when grown

As it grows

We can see. Who we truly are. 

As it blooms and grows into this world. 

Self-time. 

Hmm. Let us. 

Gift. Ourselves. 

Hmm. 

Moments of self-time. 

Hmm. 

They allow us. 

To grow. 

Mear

Dear Mear,

When I remember I am here,

and freel what is near,

the path is now clear,

so clear it disappears

in absolute here

and I am the seer

all else is mere wind.

Feel home in the

depth of your breath.

warm, thick, and sparkling

being

feeling

true